Too late
The moonlights gleaming shone through the window, while the words still hung in the air. The oldest still tasted them, digested them… Trying to figure a way to respond.
Maybe I can't handle this. Maybe it's all just too much... The youngest had told him dejectedly, and turned his gaze away. His eyes telling a story on its own. A tale of sorrow, despair, misperceptions, and regret. But the thick layer that wrapped it in was insanity.
Don't… Don't say that. You have to stay strong, alright? The oldest spoke encouraging, afraid that he would give up. But what he didn't know was that it was too little… Too late. Only a matter of time before the letter would stand neatly on the table before the hanging rope… Only a matter of time, before it got out of hand and he knew that. He just refused to believe in it.
I am not normal, I never will be. I know it. I can see it. I'm a grade A freak, Dean. And I can't handle it anymore. I can't take all this crap… It will kill me. And I don't care. The words escaped his lips bleakly, but tiring. Like something as simple as breathing exhausted him. He had lived with this longer than he had expected, and nothing could help him now. He was restless. He was devastated. But most of all, he was fatigued. Of life of hunting, and of everything. Nothing excited him anymore, and nothing made him happy. Not even the tiniest bit.
I keep so much inside… You wouldn't understand if I told you... Do you know what it's like to be tortured by your own mind? Nobody deserves that, but what's scaring me is that I'm starting to believe that I do. I've given up, Dean...
It startled his brother. He watched the man beside him, clearly scared. This wasn't how it was supposed to be… He wasn't supposed to watch his baby brother slowly kill himself… He was supposed to tease him… They were supposed to sit in the impala, and drive, just drive… Us two against the world- They used to say. But now it was rather him. Everything without the younger seemed Cold... Lonely… Hopeless. They were strong together, they had always been.
And the only word that ran through the oldest mind was Bitch. But when Sammy didn't reply, he turned just a silent as a grave, a tear trailing down his cheek.